FOR - SATB
- Behold the great Creator makes
- himself a house of clay,
- a robe of virgin flesh he takes
- which he will wear for ay.
- Hark, hark, the wise eternal Word,
- like a weak infant cries!
- In form of servant is the Lord,
- and God in cradle lies.
- This wonder struck the world amazed,
- it shook the starry frame;
- squadrons of spirits stood and gazed,
- then down in troops they came.
- Glad shepherds ran to view this sight;
- a choir of angels sings,
- and eastern sages with delight
- adore this King of kings.
- Join then all hearts that are not stone,
- and all our voices prove,
- to celebrate this holy One,
- the God of peace and love.
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